log 009, filtered from Peggy

[thestarspangledman]

[Well, it took a while, but he's finally managed to figure out how to filter things from people and not just to people. Steve's place of choice for the day is the art room, settled into a corner with his sketchpad and pencils. He looks a little embarrassed, but -- there's no Bucky here for him to ask about this kind of thing.]

So, uh -- I don't know how many of you noticed, but I'm not...exactly a ladies' man. But I owe a certain lady a dance; promised her one back home, actually. I just, uh, want to make it special, I suppose. And there's no Stork Club around here to do that in.

So what I'm trying to say is -- does anyone have any, um, tips? For this sort of thing? ...Or if you could point me to some good music, say...Glenn Miller or Benny Goodman or someone, that'd be appreciated, too. So, uh. Thanks.

Comments

[Private]

[lacksconviction]

You've a strategic mind worthy of envy, my friend!

[It's a good cause! Thus speaks the God of Mischief!]

[Private]

[aggravating]

[AND SO IT SHALL BE]

Please, don't stop. Keep with the compliments.

[Private]

[lacksconviction]

Ah, but if I distribute them too freely you'll think me insincere!

[Private]

[aggravating]

[He laughs, a single, surprised burst of amusement]

Okay, you're good. I'll admit it.

All we need is a vocabulary upgrade and you'll make the perfect wingman.